Post by Tsunade on Sept 9, 2011 2:40:58 GMT -8
((OOC: Not sure if it's my turn, but if we're still going despite my nine weeks of sailoring, I'll go next to help push it along. xD))
The casualness within Weyr heirachy - any heirachy, really - differed in various places. Being Weyrbred and daughter to Telgar's old Weyrwoman herself meant that Tsunade was distinctly aware of this, and thus, played on the safe side when it came to the address of rank. A good number of people really weren't too bothered by it, relaxed, even, but now and again, you found the uptight (uptight not being her choice of word; she had far more creative ones for that) darlings who got their knickers into a right twist if you didn't address them correctly by rank. Unfortunately, not all of them deserved said rank...but what could you do?
It made Tsunade slightly unused to not addressing by rank as a result, though she was slowly growing more accustomed to familiarity with the Dragonhealer. Given time, her reticient nature would give way to something infinitely warmer and more casual in a familiar presence such as his was becoming. She certainly wasn't all formality and iciness after all - her maternal concern for Ampara at present rather glimpsed at that, and...well, there had to be something, for any who knew or were becoming familiar with Wingleader J'raya would correctly assume that he, a bronze rider, would hardly spend twenty one Turns steadily in love with a woman who had a 'stick up her arse', so to speak.
In her habitual manner, Tsunade tilted her head to the side as the Dragonhealer spoke, and her lips twitched in a shadow of an amused smile at the explanation. With a gentle pat to Ampara's shoulders, she let the Weyrwoman continue dressing herself now her wounds were tended, crossing her arms and regarding Aridron with an contemplative eyebrow arch for a moment. K'ivan was right; they were a right mess, and she rather didn't want the Infirmary in the same state, which simply putting the firelizard down would surely do.
"Hm. A moment, please." The Weyr Healer disappeared into the stores room, and for a minute or two, the sound of rummaging was heard. Then she was back, a soft but very old cloth in her hands. It wasn't something too hard lost if Aridron managed to destroy it, though familiarity and his own miserable state - and the fact that she'd seen him enough to garner him a sweet enough bronze - might stop him protesting too much once she'd wrapped him in it, effectively preventing any more oil being spread on anything else, including herself.
"This should hold him until we get him into the water...how does that sound, Aridron? We can't have so much oil over you; it'll dull that *handsome* hide of yours." Tsunade's tone turned deliberately warm and coaxing, and definitely touched with flattery as she held the cloth in front of the little bronze and his human, allowing him to place himself into it if he so chose, rather than force him, which was never a good idea with any creature, and certainly not bronzes. Clearly and despite her lack of dragon, Tsunade knew how to work a bronze and his ego, which was rather amusing if you looked at it the right way.
"If he'll let me wash him; I can do it while you go and get yourself cleaned up...K'ivan. I don't mind...I only need give the Weyrwoman what she needs to keep her back clean while it heals."
Memnon still chuckled at his slightly older bronze mate's plight, shaking his head slightly as he shuffled across the floor in their general direction. Once close enough, he put a paw to K'ivan's leg, tugging the bronze rider's pant leg before immediately crinkling his nose and waddling backwards in distaste at the filmy oil that touched his paw. Making a rather comical "yuck" sound, the firelizard instead shuffled to Tsunade, using her leg as leverage into the air before flapping with considerable effort to the shelf above the bucket-contraption. Once there, he tilted his head, eyes whirling with amusement still, though he was just kind enough to offer a sympathetic cheep in response to Aridron's soft peep.
The casualness within Weyr heirachy - any heirachy, really - differed in various places. Being Weyrbred and daughter to Telgar's old Weyrwoman herself meant that Tsunade was distinctly aware of this, and thus, played on the safe side when it came to the address of rank. A good number of people really weren't too bothered by it, relaxed, even, but now and again, you found the uptight (uptight not being her choice of word; she had far more creative ones for that) darlings who got their knickers into a right twist if you didn't address them correctly by rank. Unfortunately, not all of them deserved said rank...but what could you do?
It made Tsunade slightly unused to not addressing by rank as a result, though she was slowly growing more accustomed to familiarity with the Dragonhealer. Given time, her reticient nature would give way to something infinitely warmer and more casual in a familiar presence such as his was becoming. She certainly wasn't all formality and iciness after all - her maternal concern for Ampara at present rather glimpsed at that, and...well, there had to be something, for any who knew or were becoming familiar with Wingleader J'raya would correctly assume that he, a bronze rider, would hardly spend twenty one Turns steadily in love with a woman who had a 'stick up her arse', so to speak.
In her habitual manner, Tsunade tilted her head to the side as the Dragonhealer spoke, and her lips twitched in a shadow of an amused smile at the explanation. With a gentle pat to Ampara's shoulders, she let the Weyrwoman continue dressing herself now her wounds were tended, crossing her arms and regarding Aridron with an contemplative eyebrow arch for a moment. K'ivan was right; they were a right mess, and she rather didn't want the Infirmary in the same state, which simply putting the firelizard down would surely do.
"Hm. A moment, please." The Weyr Healer disappeared into the stores room, and for a minute or two, the sound of rummaging was heard. Then she was back, a soft but very old cloth in her hands. It wasn't something too hard lost if Aridron managed to destroy it, though familiarity and his own miserable state - and the fact that she'd seen him enough to garner him a sweet enough bronze - might stop him protesting too much once she'd wrapped him in it, effectively preventing any more oil being spread on anything else, including herself.
"This should hold him until we get him into the water...how does that sound, Aridron? We can't have so much oil over you; it'll dull that *handsome* hide of yours." Tsunade's tone turned deliberately warm and coaxing, and definitely touched with flattery as she held the cloth in front of the little bronze and his human, allowing him to place himself into it if he so chose, rather than force him, which was never a good idea with any creature, and certainly not bronzes. Clearly and despite her lack of dragon, Tsunade knew how to work a bronze and his ego, which was rather amusing if you looked at it the right way.
"If he'll let me wash him; I can do it while you go and get yourself cleaned up...K'ivan. I don't mind...I only need give the Weyrwoman what she needs to keep her back clean while it heals."
Memnon still chuckled at his slightly older bronze mate's plight, shaking his head slightly as he shuffled across the floor in their general direction. Once close enough, he put a paw to K'ivan's leg, tugging the bronze rider's pant leg before immediately crinkling his nose and waddling backwards in distaste at the filmy oil that touched his paw. Making a rather comical "yuck" sound, the firelizard instead shuffled to Tsunade, using her leg as leverage into the air before flapping with considerable effort to the shelf above the bucket-contraption. Once there, he tilted his head, eyes whirling with amusement still, though he was just kind enough to offer a sympathetic cheep in response to Aridron's soft peep.
